As a wisp of the power of the Moon God was injected into him, Laohou, who had been waiting for the call of death, was like a drowning man suddenly taking a breath, and opened his eyes again in a stunned breath.

He looked at Blake, who shook the fragment of the Fel Heart in front of his eyes and said:

"As long as I put this thing in your chest to replace your heart, I can't say that I can make you immortal, but it shouldn't be a big problem if you live for a few more decades.

You feel like you've atoned for your sins, but I think the draenei might still have some objections.

You have only fulfilled your responsibilities to the orcs, but who will care about the resentment of the innocent people who died under your hands?

I said, Laohou, we can’t be so selfish as human beings, right?

You are leaving a responsibility to your immature son, I think this will crush him, why don't you think about it again?"

"I don't want to live anymore. I've lived enough. Every day when I open my eyes, I complain about why I don't die in my sleep. I feel sorry for being awake every day."

Grom closed his eyes and said in a tired tone:

"I'm really too tired. The few seconds before death were the most relaxing moments in the rest of my life. Blake, you never give others the chance to enjoy relaxation and happiness.

I don't need that evil thing in your hand.

I've been hurt enough by it.

It was I who took the glory away from the orcs. I know that what I did today was not enough to win back those lost traditions for my people, but at least I opened their shackles.

I am the first fallen of the orcs, and I ended this reincarnation with my own hands.

This is the limit of what I can do as a warrior.

I don't care if Garrosh can do better, but I believe that my son will be proud of me in the future, just as I was proud of my father."

"Okay, this is the first time I've met a guy who doesn't want to live. Okay, since it's your choice, I won't interfere."

The pirate stood up regretfully and threw the fragments of the Fel Heart into his luggage.

He glanced at the ugly-looking little blue man, Angel Saint, and said to Grom with his pipe in his mouth:

"After you go there, I guess you will be assigned to a very cruel place.

I heard that the 'welcome tradition' there is to throw you into an arena where a hundred people fight in a melee, and only the one who survives at the end is qualified to join the Legion of Glory.

To make a name for yourself there and become an immortal psychic lord, a conservative estimate is that you may need to kill at least 20,000 enemies with an axe..."

"Hmm, sounds like a great place, like a big party."

Grom quickly weakened due to the withdrawal of the power of the Moon God. He grinned an ugly smile at the corner of his mouth. At the last moment, he said to Black:

"Destroy my body, a butcher who only destroys does not need to be commemorated in any form, and I do not want to have a place among those walking corpses.

Just let me stay in this place far away from my hometown forever.

I will look at it silently among the stars, like an exile.

Tell them my story, but don’t use a heroic tone, don’t embellish it in any way, I hope there won’t be another me among them.

Give this ax to Garrosh.

Tell him that the Warsong clan belongs to him. Whether he becomes a pirate, returns to his ancestral land, or competes for the chieftainship, he can do whatever he wants.

I'm not a good father, I'm not a good husband, and I'm not a good leader.

But I hope he is."

"Hey, you have to pay for asking someone to give you a message, not to mention we don't know each other well."

Blake blew out a smoke ring in displeasure.

But he glanced at the mountain of corpses of vandals next to him, shrugged again, and said:

"Forget it, just treat it like you've paid. Go and have a good time there. Maybe I'll need you to protect me in the future."

Grom did not answer. His soul had been strangled by the little blue angel and carried into the air. Black snorted in displeasure and threatened DeVos with his eyes.

The loyal saint had no choice but to change into the posture of a princess and hold Grom's soul up into the sky and disappear into the boundary of the curtain of life and death with the flapping of his wings.

Blake withdrew his gaze and glanced at Hellscream, who had expired. He shook his head, reached out and grabbed Grom's feet and dragged him towards the sea of ​​magma at the edge of the broken earth.

As he walked, he said to the trio of warlocks:

"Go and dispose of the body of the saboteur.

The head was chopped off and given to me as a collection, the fangs were sent back to Draenor to the orcs, the eyes were plucked out and handed over, the flesh and blood were given to my servants to eat, and the spinal cord and bones were extracted and sent back to Nar'thalas Academy as spellcasting materials.

That group of hearts will be divided into three of you at once.

As for the soul...

Sealed into its weapon as a weapon spirit!

Hey, I don't want to sacrifice this guy to the Sunless Sea. With its big-ass wisdom, it will probably make the Sunless Sea furious and snatch away all my blessings on the spot.

These fools jumping up and down are so annoying."

After saying that, Black threw Hellscream's body into the sea of ​​magma without any respect, watching as the warrior's body rippled like a stone and was swallowed by the magma.

He knew that if he extracted his anima, he could get several powerful balls of power.

But how to say it?

If Grom goes there and wants to quickly become famous, he will also need these. Let him take him there and treat it as an investment in the future.

"With your personality, how can you quickly get a 'War Baron' there?"

Blake stared at the bubbling magma, blew out smoke rings and said:

"Hmph, if you dare to make me lose money, I'll kill you again!"
Chapter completed!